Taste the colors and feel the mood on your fingertips.
And a special note:
I'm reaching out and hoping, hoping, I can show you my smile through words.
Give you a hug with my whispers.
Tell you all of this without forgetting to put some meaning in it.
Do you know what my heart looks like?
For as long as you're the one looking at it,
it'll be a mirror.
To my friends:
Here we go.
Don't look back,
there's not enough time.
Just look forward and remember what you've passed.
If you take the time to stay in the past,
you'll miss the future.
So here we go,
not knowing how this story will end,
but knowing how it's begun.
Knowing what's happening,
wondering if I can stop it and help it,
wondering if I'm meant to be there for all of it.
Knowing,
knowing,
that things will always change.
Hoping,
hoping,
that they will stay the same.
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